Mmmmmkay, so Transatlantic at DC9 Saturday night was predictably rowdy, if lacking in sweaty dance-party body odor that was Nouveau Riche two weeks ago. Although I didn't miss the pungent smell of musty dance orgy, I thought, at least given the sickness of Cory's DJ set, there should've been more people there. However, as you can well see from the photos, the party was still live. Once again, my lady in red (aka Kristen) offered herself up as the greatest subject my party lens has ever known. Kristen, my offer stands, you can model for me anytime, seriously. And a special shot goes out to my new friend Cassandra working the doors Saturday night, stay classy.
See all my photos from the evening here: Dakota Fine on flickr...
That is all.
God loves a cheerful giver.
Holy crap. I rock.
um, DJ Wool from The Glass is amazing.
I liked how this girl puked all over the floor at like 11pm, went to the bathroom, came back, then danced till 3am while making out with unsuspecting boys and girls.
Oh no. Which girl was that? I'm almost certain I was victimized.
you most certainly were
you and your fucking shiny jacket.
hahaha...the little red rocket strikes!
red rocket lol
fun fun party time
you're too kind dakota fyi
By the way, which tranny mess stole my matching red sunglasses? If anyone knows, please post.
you mean my glasses?
SLEEVE MONSTER!!!!!!!!!
Yo! the double-triple exposed shots are BEAST.